Starcraft II_ Heaven's Devils Part 23

In the wake of Lieutenant Sanchez's death Tychus had been named interim platoon leader, an unusual a.s.signment for someone of his rank, but one he was happy with given what he knew to be Vanderspool's real real plan for the Heaven's Devils. But Tychus had a plan of his own. One that would take care of Operation Early Retirement once and for all! plan for the Heaven's Devils. But Tychus had a plan of his own. One that would take care of Operation Early Retirement once and for all!

Sergeant Pinkham was in charge of the second squad. Both he and Tychus were about the same age, had the same larcenous instincts, and enjoyed a long-running love affair with Scotty Bolger's Old No. 8. So once the other noncom was given the opportunity to hear from both Kydd and Zander, he'd been quick to bring his people in on the counterplot, rather than face the prospect of resocialization.

As the 1st platoon left the drops.h.i.+p for the tarmac below, Tychus turned toward the front of the s.h.i.+p. The pilot had his helmet off and turned to look as the noncom stuck his head into the c.o.c.kpit. "We're about to head out. Now, just to make sure you'll be here when we return, please remove the security lock-out from under the instrument panel and hand it over."

The pilot's face turned red, and he was just about to go off on the noncom, when Tychus frowned disapprovingly. "Sorry, sir ... I don't have time to listen to your bulls.h.i.+t. Give me the lock-out or I'll kill you. And don't try to fake me out. I did my homework."

The pilot's face turned pale. He reached under the lower edge of the instrument panel and felt for the cylinder. Without the device it would be impossible to start the engines. Having found the lock-out, he gave it one turn to the right and felt it pop into his hand. An enormous gauntlet was waiting when he turned back. "Don't lose it," the pilot warned. "Because all of us will be stuck here if you do."

"Roger that," Tychus said approvingly, as he tucked the device away. "Now, unless I call you, stay off the comm. Private Haster is going to stay here and keep you company. Hand me your sidearm."

"This is entirely unnecessary," the pilot objected, as he complied with the noncom's instructions.

"I'm glad to hear it," Tychus replied. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."

Tychus gave the pistol to Haster, cautioned the private to stay alert, and made his way down the ramp to where the rest of the platoon was waiting. Vanderspool arrived seconds later in one of the sabers that had been unloaded from the third drops.h.i.+p. Vanderspool jumped out onto the tarmac. "Lieutenant Fitz and I will take the marines to the train station," Vanderspool said as he jumped onto the tarmac. "Your job is to sweep the west side of town, deal with any KMs you come across, and make sure the area is secure. Meet me at the lev station at 1330 hours and not a second later. Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir," Tychus replied.

"Good. You have a suit comm... . Use it if you need to. Execute."

Tychus saluted in the vain hope that an enemy sniper would see the gesture of respect and put a bullet through Vanderspool's visor. But nothing happened as he turned to rejoin his platoon.

Having a.s.signed all all of the vehicles to the resocialized marines, Vanderspool, his Kel-Morian guide, and Lieutenant Fitz left the starport a few minutes later with a column of armored resocs double-timing along behind. of the vehicles to the resocialized marines, Vanderspool, his Kel-Morian guide, and Lieutenant Fitz left the starport a few minutes later with a column of armored resocs double-timing along behind.

Tychus gave them a one-fingered salute as they left, waved his platoon forward, and led them west toward the low-slung food processing plants. The starport's comm tower was topped with an array of sensors, as were the metal masts that stood at regular intervals, so Tychus knew someone was watching as they crossed the parking lot. Would they send a force of soldiers out to meet him? Or had the loss of their commanding officer thrown the Kel-Morians into a state of confusion?

The answer came quickly as a door opened and half a dozen unarmored soldiers spilled out into the parking lot, firing their slugthrowers. Tychus didn't even slow down as the bullets pinged against his hardskin. He simply bowled two of the KMs over, knowing that the men behind him would handle the rest as he burst through the open door and entered the plant beyond.

The interior was lit by skylights, and there, under the cold gray light, hundreds of workers could be seen standing in front of long tables upon which all manner of produce was being sized and sorted. They had gaunt faces, and were dressed in little more than rags, as they turned to look at the invaders.

"You've been liberated!" Tychus announced via his external speakers, knowing that once the workers flooded into the streets it would make it that much harder for the Kel-Morians to rea.s.sert control of the town. Tychus announced via his external speakers, knowing that once the workers flooded into the streets it would make it that much harder for the Kel-Morians to rea.s.sert control of the town.

But the workers had been slaves for a long time, and rather than head for the exits, they remained right where they were. So Tychus fired a short burst through one of the skylights, saw them flinch as broken gla.s.s showered down on them, and felt a sense of satisfaction as the mad scramble to escape began.

Having cleared the processing plants, Tychus led his platoon south along the western security fence with plans to turn east to rendezvous with Vanderspool at the lev station. It was necessary to pause every once in a while to deal with pockets of resistance, but the Kel-Morian troops weren't equipped to handle combat-armored soldiers, and were quickly dealt with. Tychus didn't even break a sweat. "Maintain your intervals," he said. "Don't bunch up."

He took a hard left and began to follow one of the main streets east toward the railroad tracks. That was when three soldiers ran out into the street. Two opened up with a.s.sault weapons as the third fired a rocket launcher. The heat-seeking missile seemed to wobble slightly as it left the tube. Then it locked onto a target, drew a straight line to Sergeant Pinkham, and exploded on impact. The resulting boom echoed between the surrounding buildings as it sent pieces of armor and chunks of b.l.o.o.d.y flesh flying in every direction. Thanks to the s.p.a.ce between them, none of the other soldiers suffered more than minor damage to their suits.

"Shoot them, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!" Tychus roared. "What are you waiting for?"

The man with the rocket launcher had less than three seconds to celebrate his kill before Kydd brought him down. Then Zander fired and a second KM fell. But the third turned, ran up a short flight of stairs, and pushed his way through a door.

Zander checked his ammo indicator, saw that he still had 357 spikes left, and followed the soldier up the stairs, through the door, and into a lobby. Two young women were huddled off to one side, sobbing, as Zander appeared. Even though Zander was small compared to his friends, he looked enormous in his armor, and they were clearly terrified when the blue giant paused to look down at them. A servo whirred as Zander's visor slid out of the way. He smiled rea.s.suringly. "Don't cry... . I won't hurt you. What is this place?"

"I-i-i-t's a daycare," the taller of the two women sobbed.

"Take a walk," Zander said kindly. "I'm going to kill the man who went inside."

They took off down the stairs.

Ward was there, right behind Zander, ready to back him up. "The b.a.s.t.a.r.d will be waiting for you."

"Yeah," Zander said, "I know." And with that he turned to push the door open. A small-caliber bullet hit Zander right in the middle of the chest as he entered the office. The soldier was standing in front of a desk holding a wailing toddler with one hand, and a pistol with the other. His rifle was slung across his back. The handgun came up so that it was pointed at the child. "Get out!" he snarled. "Get out or the kid dies."

Without a second's hesitation, Zander pulled the trigger and the gauss rifle jumped. It was pointed down, but not all the way down, all the way down, and the guard screamed as the lower part of his left leg disappeared. The Kel-Morian fired reflexively, but the bullet missed the toddler's head by a fraction of an inch, and Zander was there to catch the child as the soldier fell. By then, he was rolling around on the floor trying to stop the bleeding with both hands. and the guard screamed as the lower part of his left leg disappeared. The Kel-Morian fired reflexively, but the bullet missed the toddler's head by a fraction of an inch, and Zander was there to catch the child as the soldier fell. By then, he was rolling around on the floor trying to stop the bleeding with both hands.

Concerned as to what the toddler might see next, Zander held him so they could see each other through the open faceplate, and was rewarded with a big grin.

The screaming stopped when Ward kicked the soldier in the head. "Come on, Max... . We have to go."

"Yeah," Zander said, as he jiggled the toddler up and down. "You go ahead... . These people need to haul a.s.s while they can. I grew up in a place like this so I know how to get a lot of children from one place to the next. I'll get them started in the right direction and catch up with you in a few minutes."

Ward started to object, started to say that Tychus would be p.i.s.sed, but the words died in his throat. He couldn't help but think of his own children-and the raid that killed them. "Okay, but you hurry ... hear me?"

As Ward turned to leave, the toddler bopped Zander on the head with a tiny fist, and giggled.

Some of the Kel-Morians were still on the loose. Raynor knew that. But at least a couple dozen of the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had been dealt with-and he figured that was good enough for government work. So, cognizant of the time, he and Tychus led what remained of the shrinking command east toward the train station.

Half were on one side of the street, half on the other, their eyes roaming the storefronts opposite them, looking for any signs of resistance. There were open windows, and the occasional flash of a face, but no signs of opposition as they put the business district behind them and entered the industrial area beyond. The town was strangely quiet, as if holding its breath to see what would happen next. And that was a good question. What would would happen next? Would the train arrive on time? Would they be able to get the drop on Vanderspool and his "brain-panned" marines? If not, a whole bunch of people were going to die. happen next? Would the train arrive on time? Would they be able to get the drop on Vanderspool and his "brain-panned" marines? If not, a whole bunch of people were going to die.

A couple of the resocs were out on the platform in front of the train station, acting as lookouts. Their visors were open, and Raynor saw one of them murmur something into his comm unit before producing a generic resoc smile, which he directed at Tychus. "Good morning, Sergeant."

As Tychus led the others forward, Raynor wondered how the marine could say something over the comm without it coming in over the company freq. Unless the resocs were communicating with Vanderspool on a private pus.h.!.+ And why would they want to do that unless ...

Raynor wanted to say something, wanted to warn Tychus of possible trouble, but it was too late by then. The noncom had already pushed the door open and was inside the train station. The ceiling was low, rows of bench-style seats took up most of the waiting room, and the loading platform was visible beyond. "Well done," Vanderspool said expansively, as he came forward to meet them. "The train is due in ten minutes, and we're ready to receive it."

"Lieutenant Fitz," Vanderspool continued. "Please position Sergeant Findlay and his troops where you think they'll do the most good."

Raynor couldn't help but notice the way in which Fitz placed each member of Heaven's Devils up front, where they would not only be the first to make contact with the Kel-Morians, but would be caught in a crossfire if the resocs chose to fire on them from behind.

But, as the train appeared to the north and began to slow, there wasn't anything he could do but check his rifle and sweat into his hardskin. Stealing was a lot harder than he thought it would be.

Overseer Aaron Pax eyed his HUD as the high-speed lev train rounded a gentle curve and began to decelerate. Thanks to the counter located in the lower left-hand corner of his HUD, he knew that the maglev would arrive in one minute and thirty seconds.

a.s.suming that everything had gone well, Vanderspool and his troops would be in complete control of the town by that point and awaiting his arrival. Once the doors opened, they expected to board the train virtually unopposed, overcome a force of twenty unarmored troops, and steal forty chests of ardeon crystals worth one billion credits. Crystals that would be worth more, much much more, when the war ended, as it would soon. more, when the war ended, as it would soon.

That's what Vanderspool and his troops were expecting expecting. What would actually take place was quite different. Pax was still furious about the truck that had disappeared during the Fort Howe disaster. Vanderspool swore that someone else had taken it, but Pax never believed that. The Kel-Morian was buzzing with excitement. Revenge would be sweet.

Once the maglev came to a stop, and the Confederates came out to meet it, a platoon of carefully chosen rippers would attack them. Then, having been taken by surprise, the hijackers would be slaughtered.

Later, after the battle was over, Pax would claim that a small group of Confederates had been able to escape with the crystals. Would he be promoted in the wake of such a loss? No, but he wouldn't be punished either, because who could possibly antic.i.p.ate such a daring raid?

Once the inevitable investigation was over, Pax would return to Korsy and retrieve the crystals from a hiding place that had already been prepared. Only two of the rippers knew about it, and once the treasure was safely hidden away, both of them were going to die. Later, in return for a larger cut, Errol Bennet had already agreed to spirit the treasure away.

It was a good plan-no, an excellent excellent plan. What had been little more than a blur resolved itself into a security fence as the train continued to slow, with some globe-shaped fuel tanks beyond, and a succession of dreary buildings. The town of Korsy certainly didn't plan. What had been little more than a blur resolved itself into a security fence as the train continued to slow, with some globe-shaped fuel tanks beyond, and a succession of dreary buildings. The town of Korsy certainly didn't look look like much, but it was a very special place, or soon would be. The thought brought a smile to Pax's lips. like much, but it was a very special place, or soon would be. The thought brought a smile to Pax's lips.

Vanderspool was keyed up as the Kel-Morian train came into sight and began to slow. Everything was going according to plan, and he was about to be very wealthy. "Okay," Vanderspool said over the scrambled command frequency. "Safeties off and stand by. And remember ... take no prisoners. Over."

There was a series of clicks as both the Heaven's Devils and the resocialized marines acknowledged the order. The train produced a loud hissing noise as it came to a halt. Then the doors slid open, rippers surged out onto the platform, and the slaughter began.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" Vanderspool knew he'd been double-crossed the moment the first ripper appeared and Ward put a rocket into him. But Vanderspool wasn't about to give up as the enemy soldier exploded and showered the platform with b.l.o.o.d.y confetti. Not with one billion credits on the line. Vanderspool knew he'd been double-crossed the moment the first ripper appeared and Ward put a rocket into him. But Vanderspool wasn't about to give up as the enemy soldier exploded and showered the platform with b.l.o.o.d.y confetti. Not with one billion credits on the line.

"Fire!" Vanderspool yelled, as he pulled the trigger on his rifle and took a series of hits. Internal alarms sounded as spikes penetrated the outer layers of his armor and sent him stumbling backward.

Two or three rippers staggered as Tychus and a resocialized marine fired a flurry of gauss spikes. The KMs' patchwork armor held for a moment and then failed as a second volley cut them down. "Kill them!" Vanderspool shouted. "Kill all all of them!" of them!"

Knowing that they'd be engaging in close quarters combat, about a third of the Kel-Morians had armed themselves with large-bore slugthrowers. The Confederate troops reeled under the impact of the Kel-Morian a.s.sault and were forced to give ground.

It could have been a rout. Would have been a rout. Except that was when Harnack stepped forward and, with no friendlies in the way, pulled the trigger on his igniter. There was a loud whump as a wave of fire washed across the oncoming rippers. Two of them began to beat at themselves in an attempt to extinguish the flames, and the rest of the KMs were unable to advance.

That was enough for the train's engineer, who took over from the computer that normally controlled the maglev. He released the brakes, pushed the throttle forward, and the badly scorched train pulled away from the station.

That left Pax and a group of rippers standing on the platform. But not for long, as Ward fired a cl.u.s.ter of rockets that threw the group back and off the edge. The train was gone by then, so they fell onto the tracks below.

Vanderspool shouted "No!" as the train continued to accelerate. "Stop!" But it was too late. One billion credits' worth of ardeon crystals were still aboard. His perfect plan had been transformed into a disaster, and odds were, Kel-Morian reinforcements were on their way, and might cut him off from the starport. For the first time in a long while, Vanderspool was truly frightened.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO.

"In a stunning display of solidarity, representatives of the Confederacy have agreed to discuss the possibility of a ceasefire with their Kel-Morian counterparts as the first step in a process that could lead to peace talks."

Max Speer, Special Evening Report from the Front Line Special Evening Report from the Front Line for UNN April 2489 for UNN April 2489 THE TOWN OF KORSY, ON THE PLANET TURAXIS II.

Vanderspool's mind was racing. It was difficult to part with the crystals, and the imaginary lifestyle he had created for himself, but Vanderspool was a realist. As such he knew how important it was to switch gears and recover as smoothly as he could.

He needed to get to the starport before KM reinforcements could arrive-but first there were the Heaven's Devils to deal with. Having lost a significant number of marines, he was no longer confident of his ability to take the misfits prisoner, so resocialization was out. The obvious solution was to kill them. And thanks to his foresight that would be easy.

So as Vanderspool turned away from the track and toward the troops on the platform, he brought out the special remote and pointed it at Tychus. There was only one b.u.t.ton, and it was large enough to accommodate a ma.s.sive thumb. Vanderspool pressed it and saw the indicator light glow green as all of the pre-equipped suits froze up.

That's how it was supposed supposed to work at any rate, except that Tychus grinned evilly and shook his head in mock sympathy. His visor was open. "What's the problem, Colonel? Did something go wrong with your new toy?" to work at any rate, except that Tychus grinned evilly and shook his head in mock sympathy. His visor was open. "What's the problem, Colonel? Did something go wrong with your new toy?"

Vanderspool swore. Tychus knew about the kill switches! But that didn't matter, because the colonel had a backup plan. He made eye contact with Fitz, who threw an arm around Ca.s.sidy's chest as a corporal aimed a handgun at her face. She was wearing armor, but the pistol was only inches away, and would do the job.

Tychus, who was in the process of bringing his gauss rifle up, paused. Vanderspool smiled thinly. "So," he said harshly. "There is is honor among thieves. But, just in case you have second thoughts about how valuable Doc Ca.s.sidy is to you, take a look around." honor among thieves. But, just in case you have second thoughts about how valuable Doc Ca.s.sidy is to you, take a look around."

The Heaven's Devils and several members of the second squad had their backs to the door and were half-ringed by marines. That meant the resocs could fire without hitting one another-and that implied that the whole thing had been planned in advance. But why? Unless Vanderspool knew about the plan ...

Vanderspool saw the look on Tychus's face and laughed. "Oh, my! If only you could see your expression right now! That's right, Sergeant Findlay... . Petty Officer Ca.s.sidy loves crab more than she loves you!"

Tychus stood stock-still for two agonizing seconds. Then, with a roar, he brought his rifle up and fired at Ca.s.sidy. But the spike went wide as Raynor jerked his friend back toward the door and shouted, "Light 'em up, Hank!"

Harnack pulled the trigger on his igniter and swept the flamethrower from left to right. That created a wall of flames that not only prevented the marines from advancing but made it difficult to see. They fired, but not very effectively, as the Devils backed out through the door. Harnack was the last one out, but even after he was clear Tychus continued to shoot through the opening, until Raynor shouted his name. Then, firing short, controlled bursts, he backed his way out to where the vehicles were waiting.

Harnack, Kydd, and members of the second squad were in possession of the first saber. The vehicle sat on big, k.n.o.bby tires, and was large enough to haul four armored soldiers, but not much more. They had a gauss cannon trained on the door to the train station and were using it to keep Vanderspool and his resocialized marines penned up inside.

Raynor was at the wheel of the second saber waiting for Tychus and several other men who were clambering in. Zander arrived and shed his badly damaged hardskin before making for the third saber. He took the wheel as Ward sat down beside him.

There was a screech of tires as Harnack took off.

Raynor was right behind him, with Tychus riding shotgun, and a ranger on the saber's gauss cannon.

As Harnack prepared to turn right onto the street that led to the starport, a shriek sounded as a sh.e.l.l pa.s.sed over their heads and landed to the north of them. The resulting explosion sent a column of debris surging into the air and shattered windows all around. It was Kydd who identified the nature of the threat and let the rest of them know where the sh.e.l.l had come from. "Kel-Morian sloths! Two of them! To the south!"

Raynor swore as he braked, skidded into the intersection, and turned his head to the left. That was when he saw two slab-sided sloths, as well as a mob of unarmored Kel-Morians sent to support them. Had the sloths been dispatched to cut them off from the starport? Yes, given where the sh.e.l.ls were landing, that appeared to be the case.

"Go for them," Tychus ordered grimly. "Those cannons will be useless once we get in close."

Raynor wasn't so sure about that, since the rippers had been sent to prevent such a move, but gunned the engine anyway and sent the saber racing forward. One of the men in back was firing the gauss cannon by that time. The weapon was useless against the sloths but extremely effective where the KM ground forces were concerned. Half a dozen of them were cut to b.l.o.o.d.y ribbons as the heavy spikes tore them apart.

"Watch your field of fire!" Tychus warned, as Harnack's vehicle swerved in front of them and came dangerously close to being hit by the stream of deadly tracers.

Then the Devils were in close, firing every weapon they could bring to bear as k.n.o.bby tires bounced over dead bodies, and Kel-Morians fell in a welter of blood.

Both sloths were equipped with secondary weapons, all of which were firing by then, but it was hard to hit the speedy sabers as they circled the slow-moving behemoths, looking for some sort of opening. But there wasn't any to be had, and the sabers were forced to retreat as the sloths continued their inexorable advance.

Meanwhile, Ward spoke over the squad freq as Zander braked to avoid a smoking sh.e.l.l crater. "Stop the car and let me out... . Maybe I can stop those things."

"Okay," Zander agreed. "But don't hang around to count your hits. I'll be waiting for you."

"Or maybe I'll be waiting for you, you," Ward countered as the saber skidded to a stop. Then, before Zander could reply, Ward was on the pavement and headed for the middle of the street.

Raynor put his saber into a tight turn, braked, and saw what Ward was preparing to do. He shouted, "No!" "No!" as the sloth fired and a sh.e.l.l pa.s.sed within a few feet of the other man's head. as the sloth fired and a sh.e.l.l pa.s.sed within a few feet of the other man's head.

But it was too late as Ward planted both feet, poured all of his concentration into the image on his HUD, and realized that the first sloth was s.h.i.+elding the second. That meant he couldn't fire on both. But he sure as h.e.l.l could put a full load of rockets into the first first machine and send the crew straight to h.e.l.l! machine and send the crew straight to h.e.l.l!

Ward's tubes had been reloaded by that time. He braced himself and triggered all eight rockets at once, and was firing his gauss cannon when six of his projectiles. .h.i.t. The leading edge of the first sloth was momentarily obscured as a series of explosions rippled across its bow. But that was where the sloth's armor was thickest. So there was a high probability that the machine would have survived all of the impacts had it not been for a stroke of luck.

Because as Ward fired at the sloth, it fired at him. And when the projectiles collided only inches in front of the machine's cannon, the force of the combined explosion was sufficient to blow the machine apart. A column of orange flame sent the turret straight up, a section of track flew off, and a secondary explosion sterilized the crew compartment.

Without the first sloth's bulk to s.h.i.+eld him from the second machine, Ward was terribly exposed. Raynor saw the second sloth's cannon start to swing. "Run!" "Run!" Raynor shouted. "Run, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!" Raynor shouted. "Run, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!"

But Ward wasn't about to run as he opened fire with the gauss cannon. Time seemed to slow, and he could hear his children laughing, as he saw the muzzle flash. Then Ward was gone as a cannon sh.e.l.l struck the middle of his chest and his world exploded.

Unfortunately there was no time to mourn Ward's death as Kydd's voice was heard over the comm unit. "Tychus! Jim! We're taking fire from the east! Over."

Raynor took his foot off the brake, brought the saber around, and saw that the sniper was correct. Vanderspool and his marines were advancing up the street, seeking cover wherever they could find it, and firing at targets of opportunity. "We have to reach the starport before they do," Tychus said over the comm. "Follow us!"

Raynor took off, and as Harnack pulled in behind the lead saber, he was careful to jink back and forth as cannon sh.e.l.ls sent columns of debris soaring into the air. His windscreen shattered, there was a metallic clang as something landed in the cargo compartment, and Harnack swore.

Zander was in the last vehicle and still trying to process Ward's sudden death as he spotted one of the two young women he'd encountered earlier. She was alone, her dress was smeared with blood, and she was terrified-not to mention the fact that she was standing in the line of fire. Zander swore, stood on the brake, and turned to one of the men in back. "Take the wheel!" he shouted. "I'll catch up!"